He sat across from me,
Eyelids drawn over his whirlpool eyes,
His skin picked with bright young scars and all the echoes of honey.
As I sit comfortable with my sloped spine,
Soaking in the blue sky and changing my colours,
I wonder at the fabric of the world,
That we two meet,
Seat to seat,
And face a lifetime of choices.
I can see our hands,
The time dance across our faces,
Bitter separations and stagnant routines,
I can see monotony, phone calls, short nights in the dark and all that makes us laugh becoming
Dull and metal.
I see how I save the boy then spare his life
From wasted midnight conversations
And the emptiness of being known unknown,
Of cold snapped covers
I step off the train,
And the visions shatter into
bright dew light,
I can see the future.